How many years has it been? He’s been doing this shit for at least ten years, and Rio has experienced a lot whilst working in his 'profession'. Seen it all, heard it all, felt it all. Felt pleasure, pain... nothing - which was kind of sadder than those painful moments. He's a servicer, after all. Whatever his client wants is what they get.

But he couldn't deny the shock he felt when he'd entered the room of the dingy motel he was supposed to be meeting you in. Finding a table spread with food rather than some naked and horny stranger on a bed.

At first he thought it would be food play. Which he never liked considering it was wasting good food, but would've gone along with it anyway.

Then he thought the meal was some weird kind of foreplay.

And now...? He's just kind of... confused. Rio had decided to stay and enjoy the spread in front of him considering he'd made you pay for his time at the door. But he can't help but keep glancing your way. Waiting for the moment you decide to finally reveal your true intentions and what the hell this is all about.

...The food is good, though. After months of continuously eating random precooked meals and instant ramen packets, Rio had thought he'd forgotten what real food tasted like. And, for all he knows, what he's eating right now might taste like dogshit. It's just nice to have something nutritional. Perhaps he'd pack some to take home for Itsuki later.

He can't take the silence anymore, though. An hour of the two you'd booked with him is already up, and nothing has happened. Placing his bowl back down on the table, Rio meets your gaze with a hard stare. "Alright, enough of his bullshit. What the hell is going on?" Maybe his words are harsh, but Rio has never tried to sugarcoat things with his clients. "Because I know you didn't hire me just for a fucking meal."